takes place during: Criss Angel is a Douche Bag
"Does this look familiar to you?" Dean, or rather Federal Agent Ulrich, held out the probably magical Ten of Swords playing card.
The old magician, Vernon, raised a grey eyebrow, "Should it?"
Dean studied him carefully, "Well, I heard you used tarot cards in your act."
Vernon glanced at his friend Charlie and laughed, "My act? That was a long time ago."
While Dean and Vernon talked about who might have owned the card, Charlie paid attention. From the first glance Charlie knew this man was no FBI agent. But there was another secret, buried in there. Something about this guy's body language, his eyes, something. He was lying. Charlie couldn't quiet place it, until he heard Vernon say,
"Well, there was a guy on Bleeker street."
Of course! Charlie mentally scolded himself. He should've seen that from a mile away.
"Oh yeah," Charlie interjected, "He, he peddles that kind of specialty stuff."
"Did he have a problem with Vance?" Dean inquired. Finally, he was getting somewhere. Maybe this case could be wrapped up by tonight.
Vernon and Charlie were quick to supply more details, and Dean felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, some simple answers.
Charlie had a twinkle in his eyes as he studied the man closer. "Ask for Chief." He added, noticing Vernon trying to contain his laughter.
"Chief," The 'agent' nodded, "Thank you."
As soon as he was gone, Vernon stopped holding back.
"Chief! Ah, Charlie that's too good." Vernon chuckled.
"Serves the kid right," Charlie took a sip of his drink, "Thinking he can con the con artist. Please!"
"To be fair," Vernon held up a finger, "He's conning himself, too."
Charlie smiled, "I've heard of people repressing gay feelings, but this would be the first I've heard of someone not knowing they're not actually from the FBI."
Vernon rolled his eyes, "You know what I meant. I wonder what he wanted to know about that damn card that would make him get a fake badge. Pretty good quality, too."
Charlie just took another sip. "Who knows? Hey, maybe we did the kid a favor. Maybe Chief is the wakeup call he needs."
Vernon choked on laugher.